Ritter Sport Milk Chocolate with Cornflakes

July 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

So, it’s been awhile. A long while. A it-took-me-way-too-many-tries-to-guess-my-password-to-Wordpress long while.

But, I’m back to make a list of the mundane things in life that make me incredibly happy right now:

1. The fact that there are square bars of chocolate made crunchy from having corn flakes mixed inside them (Ritter Sport Milk Chocolate with Cornflakes, fyi)

2. The convenience shop and deli owner sells the bars of chocolate and cornflakes downstairs in my apartment building

3. The convenience shop and deli owner is so, so nice to me and happily greets me when I cut through his shop every day after work to go home

4. It’s silly to say, but I am so, so happy that I share a home with my best friend

5. It will be our four year anniversary tomorrow ūüôā


Valentine’s Day 2012

February 19, 2012 § Leave a comment


Last year for Valentine’s Day, Wayne and I got all gussied up and went out for a romantic dinner at my favorite Spanish restaurant, Bodega. Since Thanksgiving, I’ve kind of stumbled past all the holidays with my eyes half closed, barely being able to acknowledge the holidays as they zoomed by. Christmas! New Years! Chinese New Years! The holidays past by us so quickly that Wayne and I didn’t even get around to putting up our Christmas tree. And when we finally had time to put up the tree, it was the middle of January and nearly Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, so it seemed odd to put a Christmas tree for the civil rights leader’s birthday. So this year for Valentine’s Day, I wasn’t expecting any sort of celebration. I actually wanted– quite desperately– to stay home and cuddle and watch the Knicks game while eating take out from my favorite Chinese restaurant. All I wanted was spicy wontons, dan dan noodles, and Linsanity.

But Wayne was very sweet this year. I’m almost pleased for him at how well he did, if succeeding at Valentine’s Day can be an accomplishment. Even though we were both tired from just starting new jobs, he surprised me with a vase of beautiful red tulips and blue irises (am I the only one who is apathetic and de-sensitized to red roses?) and a box of heart-shaped macarons when I got home from work. And then he surprised me with two lovely little rings each with a single letter, a “W” and an “L” for his initials. It’s the sweetest gift I’ve received from him, especially since I love being reminded of him every time I look at my left middle finger. It makes my days a little brighter when we’re apart.


Love at the beach

May 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

There isn’t any doubt in my mind or heart that I made the right decision. I love this scene not because of the crashing waves, but because we were sitting together. I’d rather have this scene without the beach than without him.

(I took this picture last May during our trip to LA for Cheng’s second USC graduation. We didn’t impulsively get on a plane to LA over the weekend. That’s still reserved for the future.)

Ferris Wheel Memories

April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

When Wayne and I got to Carnegie Melon’s spring festival, Carnival, I was flooded with memories of my summer days at the state fair in Montana (I get this feeling that people have a hard time believing me when I say I used to live in Montana). The state fair was the closest thing I had to a theme park, and I looked forward to the two weeks in August when I could ride all the rides, repeatedly. I was a little obsessed, and my parents were a little exhausted by my obsession so, after a while, they just dropped me off at the state fair with a watch and some cash and told me to meet them back at the entrance in two hours.

Tall and brightly colored, the ferris wheel prominently stood above the other rides and the multitude of student-designed booths, built by the student groups for judging on creativity, structure, and other criteria. I dragged Wayne to the ferris wheel line and giddily waited. Years and years of watching romantic comedy movies and romantic scenes on television after leaving Montana had conditioned me to think that riding a ferris wheel with the person I “like-liked” was the pinnacle of romance, childhood-throwback style. I was determined to have that romantic moment with Wayne, regardless of his lack of shared enthusiasm, because, to him, it was just a ferris wheel. The ride doesn’t move fast, and it doesn’t flip you over. If you don’t come off the ride with your own saliva dripping off your face because the ride moved so fast that the gusts of wind forced your mouth open and drool to creep all over your face, what’s the point? But he agreed to the ride because he loves me, and because he knew if he didn’t I would probably angrily headbutt him in our sleep.

I forgot from my state fair experiences in Montana that I’m actually terrified of ferris wheels because of my fear of heights and the very conscious acknowledgement that the only things preventing my klutzy body from falling out of the passenger car were the small metal gated doors that didn’t look sturdy. After staring at them for a long time, the metal bars started looking as skinny as toothpicks. As I dug my fingers into Wayne’s leg and kept telling myself to not move so as to not fall through the toothpick-skinny gated doors, I heard Wayne talk about high up we were and how fun it was. He had underestimated the fun level of the ferris wheel and was having a blast.

Not funny life, not funny.

Sunday Morning

March 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

Happiness is laughing with your best friend after having a grumpy-grouchy day.

“Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry”

March 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Tomorrow, exactly one year ago, Wayne and I moved into our first place. Our first place. Our.¬†Oh yes, I was dizzy with happiness over that one word: our. That word also made me overly ambitious because for the months before we moved in, when I was still scouring Craigslist ads, I was looking at paint swatches, wall decor, and furniture. I even looked into various temporary wallpapers even though I knew it was expensive, a hassle to put up, and a pain to take down when we move out. Before we moved into our apartment, we bought a shower curtain of ¬†the¬†silhouette¬†of a man in love* hanging from a lamp post with an umbrella in the rain, several small picture frames that were shaped like Polaroids, and Ork posters of Los Angeles, Manhattan, and Washington DC that displayed various neighborhoods of each city with typography. Each city has a special meaning in our relationship. Wayne and I visited Los Angeles to celebrate our first month together and to introduce him to my friends since I was so excited and wanted them to meet him. We visited New York City for our three months celebration. But, Washington DC is especially special since we met, fell in love, and live in the suburbs of Washington DC, and our first date was in DC. We’re planning on adding San Francisco after we travel there for our two year anniversary.

Unfortunately, ¬†the exhaustion from packing, moving, and immediately unpacking made us lose our steam to decorate, and it’s kind of hard to deny our true lazy selves. The only thing we put up was the shower curtain, and we kind of needed to do that. We stared at the empty, white walls and thought, okay, next month we’ll buy the frames for the posters and print out the photographs to place in the Polaroid frames. Unfortunately, one year later, the only thing that hangs from our walls is a single red rose that is being hung upside down to dry it out properly.

BUT. No more. Wayne and I promised that we would finish attempting to decorate our place this spring…Or at least put up the posters. And I know we’ll at least put up the Ork posters, because I really want to add these prints to our walls as well, but I can’t in good conscience without finishing what we sort of started last year:

Artist: Shelli Dorfe; her etsy; her blog

I love these prints. They’re so happy and whimsical. My favorite print has always been the first print, “Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry”. I found the print through Cheng about a year ago, and I remember I burst out laughing when I saw it. I can’t remember if I was having a gloomy day — gloomy days aren’t meant to be remembered, anyway– but if I was, I know that seeing this print would have cheered me up.

I really don’t know where I will place them, but I’m okay with that because nothing in this apartment really makes sense except that they were picked and placed purely based on mine and Wayne’s mood, and I’m hoping that reasoning somehow brings everything together.



* I only know this because I watched “Singing in the Rain”, and the shower curtain references a specific scene where Gene Kelly is in so much love after saying goodnight to Debbie Reynolds that he tap dances and sings in the rain. He starts off the number while hanging from a lamp post, however, in the movie, the umbrella is closed. Please watch this wonderful scene here.

Ten things that make me incredibly happy

March 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

Please notice that I didn’t include Trader Joe’s or macarons, because I’ve written about my love for them and how happy they make me many, many times that I thought¬†maybe I should stop writing about them for a while. Or at least for the rest of this entry. So perhaps this entry should actually be titled: 10 things that make me incredibly happy (that aren’t Trader Joe’s or macarons).

1. Yellow roses in repurposed glass jars, wine bottles, and drinking glasses (such as wine or champagne glasses) as unorthodox vases
2. Reading used books that have been dog-eared and marked up with highlighter and little notes on the side
3. Brightly colored old  townhouses, especially the ones in San Francisco and Georgetown
4. Walking down the small corridor that connects the gate at an airport and the airplane
5. Walking into Daikokuya (Little Tokyo, LA) or Café Bonaparte (Georgetown, DC) and being immediately seated
6. Wearing two different nail polish colors at the same time; the left hand has one color and the right hand has a different but matching color
7. Walking up and down the aisles of Asian supermarkets and buying all the ingredients and foods I thought were really strange when I was young and accompanying my mom
8. My unique way of eating ice cream, sorbets, and gelatos, which is to shave off thin layers with my spoon while keeping the surface level as I eat‚ÄĒI love starting off along the edges and moving in a spiral path inward
9. Weekly dinners with my family (and seeing Wayne get along really well with my younger brother)
10. Getting to be the little spoon

This post was inspired by the very lovely, smile-inducing¬†here’s-to-happiness section of¬†one of my favorite blogs, the¬†RockStar Diaries.

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